The Invisible Man by H G Wells

investigating the strange occurrences of the morning, and were, with Mr. Hall's permission, making
a thorough examination of the Invisible Man's belongings. Jaffers had partially recovered from his
fall and had gone home in the charge of his sympathetic friends. The stranger's scattered garments
had been removed by Mrs. Hall and the room tidied up. And on the table under the window where
the stranger had been wont to work, Cuss had hit almost at once on three big books in manuscript
labelled "Diary."
"Diary!" said Cuss, putting the three books on the table. "Now, at any rate, we shall learn
something." The Vicar stood with his hands on the table.
"Diary," repeated Cuss, sitting down, putting two volumes to support the third, and opening it. "H'm
—no name on the fly-leaf. Bother!—cypher. And figures."
The vicar came round to look over his shoulder.
Cuss turned the pages over with a face suddenly disappointed. "I'm—dear me! It's all cypher,
Bunting."
"There are no diagrams?" asked Mr. Bunting. "No illustrations throwing light—"
"See for yourself," said Mr. Cuss. "Some of it's mathematical and some of it's Russian or some such
language (to judge by the letters), and some of it's Greek. Now the Greek I thought you—"
"Of course," said Mr. Bunting, taking out and wiping his spectacles and feeling suddenly very
uncomfortable—for he had no Greek left in his mind worth talking about; "yes—the Greek, of
course, may furnish a clue."
"I'll find you a place."
"I'd rather glance through the volumes first," said Mr. Bunting, still wiping. "A general impression
first, Cuss, and then, you know, we can go looking for clues."
He coughed, put on his glasses, arranged them fastidiously, coughed again, and wished something
would happen to avert the seemingly inevitable exposure. Then he took the volume Cuss handed
him in a leisurely manner. And then something did happen.
The door opened suddenly.
Both gentlemen started violently, looked round, and were relieved to see a sporadically rosy face
beneath a furry silk hat. "Tap?" asked the face, and stood staring.
"No," said both gentlemen at once.
"Over the other side, my man," said Mr. Bunting. And "Please shut that door," said Mr. Cuss,
irritably.
"All right," said the intruder, as it seemed in a low voice curiously different from the huskiness of
its first inquiry. "Right you are," said the intruder in the former voice. "Stand clear!" and he
vanished and closed the door.
"A sailor, I should judge," said Mr. Bunting. "Amusing fellows, they are. Stand clear! indeed. A
nautical term, referring to his getting back out of the room, I suppose."
"I daresay so," said Cuss. "My nerves are all loose to-day. It quite made me jump—the door
opening like that."
Mr. Bunting smiled as if he had not jumped. "And now," he said with a sigh, "these books."
Someone sniffed as he did so.
"One thing is indisputable," said Bunting, drawing up a chair next to that of Cuss. "There certainly
have been very strange things happen in Iping during the last few days—very strange. I cannot of
course believe in this absurd invisibility story—"